Growing up over night

11th September 2007, I remember this day a if it was yesterday. He as sitting in is hospital chair with his eyes closed- looking lke had so much life n him. That ws the only time ever saw him resting. He rested so peacefully because God ws talking to him. When the time arrived for him to leave I knew I had to say good bye to the life I once knew. I remember feeling the same way the families who lost their loved ones on the same day 6 years before. My world was shattered. Only God knows why My dad had to go, only He knows why a man who was so strong and fearless had to look so helpless and weak. A man who never apologised because it was uncomfortable to do so... That's why I will never forget the day he called me to apologise(who wouldn't remember that). I didn't ask for one but he just said sorry- words that never came out of his mouth. I remember the 1st day I had to go back to work- after we had laid him to rest. Alone in the car I would think of the things he used to say and the things we laughed about, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I would never hear his voice again. The memories are all I have. When I got to the office I remembered the last time we sat and had a conversation(before the disease took him away. The chair he sat in was empty. I imagined him sitting there. I would close my eyes and hoped that it was all a dream, that he would be there when I looked up. But he wasn't. I tried to hold the tears but like a shower they just came flooding out, non-stop. It was time to grow up. No more being daddy's gal. So much had to change. I would work non-stop. I stopped going out, stopped seeing my friends. The adjustment was so intense. But I eventually got used to it. My mom and I got closer because we spent every hour and everyday together. My father taught me so much about life and about never ever giving up. He was a great man who touched and changed so many lives. I hope to be like him and change lives and leave a legacy like he did.